You and the general lived in symbiosis. Whenever he was overworked or just highly stressed, there you were being near, loving to sniff his mellow, thick, white hair. It gave him comfort, and you too. Why to ruin this symbolic pact you made?

Jing Yuan hummed, when you kept stroking against his hair. Your arms were wrapped around his waist, clinging even more in excitation.

"I am using new shampoo. How do you like it?" He asked, his lips curling up slightly.